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Volume 2: The plot begins Chapter 145: Fighting to the death

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    Zhang Feng's face was horribly pale, his body was covered with dense scars, and his body was stained red with blood.  Zhang Feng stood up tremblingly. Seeing that the old monk's golden body was finally broken, even though his injuries were lighter than his own, Zhang Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief. Next, it was time for his "Immortal Art" to show its power.  .  "Just die!" Zhang Feng gritted his teeth and slashed forward with his knife.  Boom!  Poof!  puff!  The two of them flew high into the air and were knocked away seven or eight feet away.  A lot of blood sprayed in the air, and the battle seemed very fierce.  After many fights, Zhang Feng suffered the most serious injuries in his body.  Most of the meridians in his body were broken, and even raising the weapon in his hand would cause him extreme pain.  A large amount of sweat slipped from his cheeks and fell down his neck to the wounds on his body, causing a burning sting.  Although the fighting time was short, both of them felt extremely tired, not only physically, but also mentally. The magic weapon was not so easy to control.  But at this time, neither of them flinched. They both held the belief that the other would fall before me, and supported them to stand up again and again.  The old monk opposite was forced because of his golden body. Under the explosion of this force, the old monk's chest was dented, his internal organs were severely injured, and blood spurted out continuously.  Zhang Feng stood up with difficulty. With the circulation of his true energy, his injuries improved silently.  Looking at the old monk's face, he knew that he was at the end of his game, so Zhang Feng stood there, trying to delay time.  As long as the time goes on longer, his injuries will become lighter. If the competition continues, the old monk will definitely be killed by him.  When the old monk saw that Zhang Feng's injury was improving, his face became extremely ugly.  He also knew the seriousness of the matter. Since the Demon Lord on the opposite side did not come forward, he had no choice but to go by himself.  The old monk dragged his heavy steps and approached Zhang Feng step by step.  "Hehe!" The old monk thought, Zhang Feng immediately knew that he was not a stubborn man, hehe sneered, gritted his teeth and stepped forward.  Zhang Feng did not walk towards the old monk.  But in the opposite direction to him.  Fighting is not just about fighting. Roaming and harassing is also a strategy. It can kill the old monk. How could Zhang Feng not do it?  After all, his "Immortal Art" is suitable for wars of attrition.  The devil wants to avoid him blindly, how can the old monk catch up with him?  The end result is that he recovers most of his injuries and then comes back to destroy himself.  The old monk was anxious in his heart, thinking that the fate of the entire martial arts world was on him. He could no longer maintain his superior posture and raised his voice to shout to his comrades in the distance.  "Fellow martial arts fellows, the old monk is powerless to approach the Demon Lord. I still hope to stop him." The old monk did not care about his face at this time and immediately called on everyone to bully the minority.  It can force the old monk to seek help, which shows how unfavorable this battle is.  Although some people are afraid of the Demon Lord, there are also many people who are not afraid of death.  "Amitabha, if I don't go to hell, who will?" Xuan Ku chanted the Buddha's name and rushed forward first.  The Shaolin seniors all spoke up, how could he, the new Shaolin Abbot, back down.  Moreover, the Demon King not only harmed the martial arts world, he also had a grudge against Shaolin for destroying the temple.  Xuan Ku is also a great wise and fearless monk. How can he care about a mere stinker?  He was the first to rush forward, how could those Shaolin disciples hesitate.  They followed closely behind.  The master is dying, and as a disciple, Xiao Feng naturally cannot back down.  Xiao Feng rushed over, Duan Yu and Xiao Yuanshan followed closely behind, and the other martial arts practitioners rushed over desperately when they saw them.  Even those who are afraid of death.  They were also aroused by their unyielding momentum and looked forward to death, and their blood boiled. They immediately threw their heads and shed their blood to kill the Demon Lord.  The selfish and hypocritical Jiumozhi.  At this moment, I felt the righteousness of martial arts, my soul felt like I was being baptized, and I rushed towards Zhang Feng with a smile on my face.  When intact, Zhang Feng is very fast, so fast that even a top master like Xiao Feng is far inferior.  But now his meridians are seriously damaged and his speed has dropped sharply. At this time, even a first-rate warrior can compare with him.  Who among Xuanku, Xiao Feng, Duan Yu and Xiao Yuanshan was easy to mess with? They quickly caught up with Zhang Feng.  Knowing that the sword in his hand was indestructible and powerful, everyone kept a distance from Zhang Feng and used long-range attacks such as the Burning Wood Knife Technique, Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, Six Meridians Divine Sword, Flame Knife, etc. to constantly harass Zhang Feng.  Although Zhang Feng’s meridians were severely damaged and his skills were unable to be fully utilized, with the magic knife in his hand, he still had terrifying power.  The magic sword blocks horizontally and vertically, those stunts that are extremely terrifying in the eyes of others. When the magic sword is touched, the sword breaks, the dragon scatters, and the sword breaks.  Zhang Feng despised the opponent's attack, but had to prepare for it.  With the magic knife in his hand, these attacks would not be able to harm him, but if he accidentally penetrated the magic knife's defense and hit himself, that would be very bad. ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? People with boiling blood have nothing to worry about, and do not want to be close to Zhang Feng.?.  Zhang Feng raised the knife and dropped it, but the knife did not miss.  Under the edge of the magic knife, his surroundings were like a terrifying meat grinder, with countless severed limbs thrown away and endless blood spraying.  As Zhang Feng advanced, a large amount of broken bodies and blood were left on the ground. His whole body was almost infected by endless blood, and he looked very terrifying, like a demon crawling out of a blood pool.  Kill kill kill!  The bloody killing made Zhang Feng’s eyes turn red. Every move he made with his sword was extremely powerful.  Even his once loyal subordinates were killed without mercy at this moment.  Howling, shouting, and extremely tragic sounds are mixed together, making people's blood boil, and all reason is thrown out of the sky.  Feeling that the old monk was getting closer and closer, Zhang Feng was so entangled that he was distracted. At this moment, he felt as if there were too many ants to kill the elephant.  "I have already thought about not killing you. You forced me forced me!" Zhang Feng's face showed a ferocious look. Under the erosion of the blood of the crazy killing, the destruction that was about to disappear was added to the fire.  , burning up, almost drowning his sanity.  Zhang Feng raised his right arm high, and the magic knife in his hand burst out with strong black light. The martial arts people who were madly attacking Zhang Feng suddenly froze, waiting for Zhang Feng's butcher's knife like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.  "Go to hell!" Zhang Feng's eyes revealed a bloodthirsty light, and he ignored the large amount of blood spurting out from his right arm, and the six-foot-long giant sword circled around him.  "Not good!" The face of the old monk behind him changed drastically. He no longer suppressed the injuries in his body. His strong body jumped up high, and the divine sword shone brightly, wrapping him and crashing into Zhang Feng, like a flying fairy from the sky.  The light of the divine sword hung down, and the person whose soul was captured by the magic sword immediately woke up.  "Retreat!" "Ah!" "Don't" Unfortunately, only a few people were far away and could escape due to their quick movements. As for the others.  The giant sword flew across the sky, and Zhang Feng was within a six-foot radius. Under the ruthless slaughter of the magic sword, the surrounding space suddenly became empty.  Limbs flew into the air, blood stained the air.  (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!
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